The ancients: Thirty and standing. He will be twenty-eight years old after the New Year www.biquge.info But he had nothing. The beloved girl couldn't wait for him anymore, and she wrote to him two months ago to cut off relations with him. He wanted to wait for the holidays to make amends, but he was stuck at school and couldn't go anywhere. The old mother also died, in large part because he could not fulfill his filial piety in front of him. The old man didn't have a comfortable day, so he went in a hurry. She has worked hard all her life for her son, but her son has not even seen her for the last time. In those days, amid the constant echo of firecrackers in the mountains, he kept thinking, if it wasn't for his own impulse, would all of this be reversed?

The villagers put down Teacher Xiao Zhang's frozen body. A breakup letter from his girlfriend to him was found in the pocket of his close-fitting clothes. In addition, there are bits and pieces of cash that add up to less than a hundred dollars. The village chief hurriedly went to report it, and it didn't take long for the two grades of Gaoshanwa Elementary School to be disbanded because there was no teacher to be found. Students go to Ueno Elementary School for boarding.

Mr. Zhang's death did not cause any major sensation. According to the phone number on the letter, the village chief contacted Mr. Xiaozhang's uncle and asked him to arrange the funeral.

At that time, there was no crematorium in Kitahara County. There was no way, Mr. Xiao Zhang's uncle could only find a nearby place to bury Mr. Xiao Zhang.

This matter passed in such a hurry.

If it weren't for Zhou Hua's well-informed, I'm afraid many people wouldn't know the inside story. And with this short letter, it is impossible for me to clearly know what happened to Mr. Xiao Zhang.

I suddenly remembered Lin Ye and why I would oppose his decision so fiercely. A large part of this is because of Mr. Xiaozhang's experience. Although I didn't say it explicitly and pretended to forget, Mr. Xiaozhang's story had already sunk into a sad background in my heart.

Although I hate to admit it, this ****|naked|reality is hard to ignore. I'd rather believe in the creation of my own hands bit by bit, rather than choose those benefits that fall from the sky. The latter makes me feel unsteady. It is more reliable to hold your own destiny in your own hands as much as possible. Maybe I'm missing out on it, but what's that? If I had hands and maximum freedom, what kind of life could not have been created by me?

The sun is warm and warm, and my mother is constantly patting the dust on the quilt. I stood aside and looked at the dead apricot tree, and felt as if something had died along with it.

The old apricot tree, which was so thick with two bowls together, finally completed its mission and died. This old apricot tree, which brought so much joy to my childhood, was so bitten by countless insects and ants that it could no longer produce flowers as white as the moonlight and could not bear sweet and delicious apricots.

It died from the roots.

In its last year of death, it sparsely bore some bitter apricots. When the apricots ripen and fall, the tree loses its vitality day by day. When we returned, all that remained of the old almond tree was its wilted branches.

It died lonely and slowly in a lonely village.

"This tree is dead, let your father cut it down in two days." Mom finished patting the quilt and saw me staring at the apricot tree, and interjected.

"Hmm." I replied neither affirmatively nor negatively, vaguely.

The sun shines warmly. In this warm daylight, the rivers and mountains are beautiful. The dead almond tree stretched its bare branches and pierced the blue sky. Suddenly I had a wonderful idea. Driven by this thought, I ran into the house.

If you're by the river, break a branch to draw on the sand; When you come across a stone, you can draw on a large stone with a small stone......

If you wish, heaven and earth can be your canvas, and everything can be your brush......

For this week's homework, you should draw all these leaves......

But if you don't do anything because you don't necessarily succeed, you'll regret it later. I'd rather be sad for a while than regret it for the rest of my life......

Xiao Turan, I still hope that you can work hard to control your own destiny and accomplish what Teacher Xiao Zhang did not do. I pin my remaining hopes on you, hoping that you will hold as much as you can. Only in this way can you live a little more freely......

Yes, merry, wanton.

In my eyes, there is no better way to describe my innermost expectations than these two words......

Three days later, the low-hanging branches of the apricot tree came to life overnight. The flourishing vitality seems to have been restored in the old apricot tree. From afar, it is full of greenery. In this lonely and bleak winter day, this touch of green looks so soft and lovely.

Dad turned around twice and looked at it, and exclaimed, "The painting really looks like that." ”

Mom pouted disapprovingly when she walked by: "Idle panic." ”

But the old apricot tree that died was not cut down in the end.

When Mrs. Xu saw the leaves growing from the dead old tree, she almost dropped her jaw in shock: "Good girl! Get a new lease on life! What a vision! ”

Mom pouted in my direction: "Where is spring!" The grass is messing around! ”

Mrs. Xu was still puzzled. Mom pulled her to my drawing board: "Look, this is drawn by Xiao Nizi!" ”

Mrs. Xu squinted at my drawing board, and most of the old apricot trees full of flowers had been drawn on the white drawing paper. Except for a small half of the flowers that are not dyed and colored, the painting is nearing completion.

"The apricot tree blooms, like it." After looking at it for a while, Mrs. Xu said. Suddenly, Mrs. Xu asked her mother as if she remembered something: "You said that the leaves were also painted by Xiaocao'er?" ”

"Yes." Mom was noncommittal, "She didn't want us to cut down the tree, so we painted it for days." ”

As if she hadn't heard her mother's words, Mrs. Xu walked straight forward, only walked under the old apricot tree, pulled off a leaf and carefully checked it with her fingertips: "Sure enough, it's paper." Terrific! ”

"At the beginning, Mr. Xiaozhang asked her to paint the leaves for many years, and the portrait is not strange. If you don't look like it, you will laugh off people's big teeth! Mom was afraid that Mrs. Xu would put a high hat on me again, so she interrupted with a smile.

"Not really. At the beginning, Mr. Xiaozhang said that Xiaocaoer was very talented! If the child is good, you mother, don't praise her, forget it and suppress her! Are you such a damn thing! Mrs. Xu glanced at me lovingly and said with disgust.

"She! And use me to boast! If you don't praise the tail, it's already upturned, and if you praise it again, it's not enough to go to the sky! Mom laughed and picked up the broken hair that was blown by the wind in her ears.

In the midst of this laughter, I looked at the apricot leaves, which had slowly begun to fade, and dropped my pen.

Bang la la blah.

The wind is blowing.